"Search!" Hamilton interrupted, with an unusual quickness.
"Of work and health."
"Oh, yes. Do you care, since we are on intimate topics, to tell me any more about yourself and—and—"
"That woman?"
"Yes."
"I loved her. She disappeared out of my life. I don't know at all where she is, with whom, how she lives, anything at all about her. I don't suppose I ever shall. She may be dead."
"You don't think you would know it if she were?"
"How could I? Who would tell me?"
"Not something within you? Not yourself?"
Uniacke was surprised by this remark. It did not fit in precisely with his conception of his guest's mind, so far as he had formed one.